Feng Qingcheng nodded, and then said, "You have also seen Nanfeng, do you think the two of us can kill him together?" ”

Hearing this, Murong Tian smiled bitterly and said, "Impossible, don't be joking, even if the two of us work together, that ghost wind is extremely fast, and it can break us all, and we can't even touch him." ”

Feng Chengcheng also nodded in agreement and said, "Since this is the case, we should not be rivals. Maybe we can use the ghost wind's secret to Nanno, drive Nanfeng into madness, and then kill him. ”

Murong Tian pondered for a while and agreed, then looked up at the sky, it was not early now, the sun was gradually setting into the mountains, and most of the sky was only left with the last crimson yellow dim light, which would soon be swallowed up by darkness.

More than half of the time has passed since the Netherworld Emperor spoke, and this time must be quickened.

"Since our injuries have almost recovered, let's find out the relationship between Na Oni Feng and Nan Ye as soon as possible, and then use the secret to kill Oni Feng."

Murong Tian said with a solemn expression.

Feng Qingcheng nodded, then stood up suddenly, and said, "Then let's go, go back to the ghost wind castle first, and we will definitely be able to find out something." ”

With that, Feng Chengcheng let out a soft shout, and the whole person rose from the ground, rushing into the sky like a meteor, flying towards the castle in the distance.

Soon, the pitch-black castle appeared in front of him, and Feng Chengcheng had an extra eye in his heart, maybe the ghost wind was peeking around somewhere, so he quietly lowered his body and swept forward against the canopy.

The leaves rubbed against his face, and Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath, increasing his body speed.

After a while, they came to the castle not far away.

Feng Qingcheng and Murong Tian landed and landed on the ground, at this time the sky had been swallowed up by darkness, and the round moon hung silently in the sky, sprinkling a piece of silver light.

Feng Chengcheng let out a soft shout, and his figure jumped up quickly, jumped over the gate of this castle, and landed on a small balcony.

Looking inside, all I could see was pitch black.

Feng Chengcheng frowned, then moved his steps slightly, and walked into this castle, which was just a small room in this castle, but it was full of things.

Feng Chengcheng snapped his fingers with his right hand, and saw a purple-black flame beating on his fingertips, illuminating the surroundings.

Feng Tingcheng turned his head to look at it, but when he saw it, Feng Tingcheng was taken aback, and there were things in this small room.

Countless transparent jars are densely stacked together, and in these jars, there are all kinds of organs, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, of different sizes, some have faded to blood, and some have blood streaks constantly floating.

Feng Qingcheng took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Murong Tian on the side, and found that he was also frowning, and he seemed to be very puzzled.

"Didn't you say that Minamino was a murderer? Why is there so many corpse organs in this ghostly castle? ”

Feng Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

Murong Tian couldn't answer, so he pondered for a while and said, "I don't know either." Let's go inside first. ”

Feng Qingcheng nodded, and walked in cautiously, after all, this room was full of these bottles and cans, if you accidentally kicked it and attracted the ghost wind, it would be troublesome.

After a few steps, I walked out of this room.

Feng Qingcheng leaned against the door frame and went out to take a look, but suddenly took a sharp breath and widened his eyes.

In front of the door, a pale-looking old woman was walking down the hallway with a lamp.

Despite the warm yellow light shining on her, her skin was still as pale as a corpse, bloodless.

And Murong Tian, who was still behind Feng Tingcheng, saw Feng Tingcheng's face change drastically, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked over.

But at this time, the old woman suddenly stopped, and was about to turn her head to look.

Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly jumped to his throat, and when he saw that Murong Tian behind him was about to probe out, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and then pushed back.

Unexpectedly, this Murong Tian tensed his body, but he didn't guard against Feng Chengcheng, and when he pulled like this, although he immediately reacted and wanted to stand up, it was already too late.

I saw Murong Tian's whole person fall backwards, and then there was a sound of ping pong, and Murong Tian actually knocked down all the jars that were piled up all over the ground, the jars were broken, countless viscous and foul-smelling liquids flowed out, and those organs that were soaked and discolored also jumped everywhere.

Feng Qingcheng and Murong Tian's faces turned pale.

"This sucks!"

Feng Chengcheng couldn't help but instinctively exclaim.

"My clothes ......"

Murong Tian stood up and shook his sleeves in extreme disgust.

"You..."

At this time, a sudden sound of vicissitudes came into my ears.

Feng Chengcheng was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly looked at it, and saw that the old woman who was standing outside didn't know when she had come over.

There was no candle in the orange lantern he was carrying, as if he had caught a ball of light and put it in the lantern.

The old woman looked like a corpse with a pale face, a hooked nose, white eyes, and bloodless lips.

Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth, there was no time to think about it now, her right hand slammed into a slench, and she clenched the purple thunder sword that seemed to be real, and the sound of crackling lightning gradually sounded around her.

Before the old woman in front of him could react, Feng Qingcheng had already let go of his right hand suddenly, and he heard a pop, and the Purple Thunder Sword was inserted into the old woman's body.

But no blood flowed from the wound, and the old woman did not scream, but she went limp, and fell to the ground, and the lantern thumped on the ground and rolled out of the door.

Feng Tingcheng's face changed drastically, if he let this lantern fall to the first floor, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he hurriedly flew forward, and caught the lantern on the ground with both hands.

By this time, the lantern was almost rolling to the railing, and the light from the lantern had disappeared.

Feng Qingcheng let out a sigh, but at this time, a dense chanting sound came up from downstairs.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, then moved his body slightly, leaned closer to the railing silently, and looked towards the first floor, and saw a tall and thin figure sitting on the edge of the long table on the first floor, and the long table was full of corpses.

Some of the corpses had begun to decompose, and some of them seemed to have fallen asleep, their skin flushed.

Feng Tingcheng was taken aback in his heart, what the hell is this south wind doing?

And after Murong Tian in the back confirmed that the old woman would not wake up again, he also hurriedly came over and saw this scene as well.

Feng Qingcheng turned his head to look, frowned, and raised his head back.

Murong Tian understood, and the two of them quietly retreated to the small room.

"That ghost wind, it doesn't seem to be simple, he's fiddling with the corpse, it's obvious that he's casting some kind of spell."

Feng Chengcheng deliberately lowered his voice and whispered.

Murong Tian also nodded, then looked at the old woman lying on the ground on the side, and said, "Perhaps, this old woman is the masterpiece of that ghost wind." ”

Feng Qingcheng was taken aback, and then thought about it, and it seemed that there was some truth.

"Although this old woman can still move, her body has long since lost its internal organs, and only this skin is left."

Murong Tian said.

Feng Tingcheng leaned over to look, and sure enough, it was the same as Murong Tian said, Feng Tingcheng pondered for a while, and said: "But even if this old woman is resurrected, she is still so weak, and Ghost Feng is a top master, why bother to get this?" ”

Murong Tian shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Feng Chengcheng was anxious, and he hadn't found the secret of the ghost wind and Nanye yet, so he said: "Then let's go to the second floor to have a look, there are many portraits there, and they may be able to tell us the secret between the ghost wind and Nanye." ”

The two of them made up their minds, so they hid their breath and slowly moved towards the second floor, which was full of portraits.

After a while, he finally came to the second floor, and the ghost wind who cast the spell on the first floor didn't seem to notice what was happening in the castle.

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